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June 14, 2003
Lil Playah
Last night, when Bubs was finished with his IV treatment, he wanted us all to go walking in the halls with him....which, as he knows, requires that he's holding someone's hand at all times. So he grabbed his great-aunt's (my sis) hand and his favorite aunt's (my daughter) hand...then tries to also hold my hand and his mom's. Massive confusion. To his horror, he discovers that he does not have enough hands. 4 of his favorite women and only 2 hands. He tries to make it work anyway. By this time I'm LMAO.
He finally settles on his original choice but looks back over his shoulder on his way out the door and tells his mom and me to "C'mon". So here we all go, little mac-daddy and his entourage, up and down the halls. Then he spied a cute little girl, about 1 yr. old I'd say, who is also walking up & down the hall. He goes into hot pursuit, all the time insisting that we all accompany him. I started giggling again, because he's got 4 women at his beck & call and he's off chasing a fifth one.
*sigh* He is his father's son. I have the feeling his teenage years are going to be quite interesting.
Posted by Rita at June 14, 2003 09:08 AM
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Little charmer!
Posted by: Da Goddess at June 15, 2003 03:02 PM
Shoulda seen him yesterday...hooked up with another little girl & they were walking around holding hands while he tried to impress her with his knowledge of the colors of the floor tiles. It was too cute until he tried to lead her down the hall, we supposed to his room where his toys were. She wasn't having none of it, and it made him cry.
Her dad told him might as well get used to it, girls will always break your heart & it doesn't get any better as you get older.
: )
Posted by: Rita at June 15, 2003 06:11 PM